A Cold Winter\'s Night

Author's Note: Just a little experiment I'm doing. I have always wondered how a story could go if something different happened at a key point. Thus, I have created both this and "A Dark Winter's Night." Do not think that there is any plagerism as I have both stories start off with the same beginnings and whatnot. However, both will split off thus you will see the experiment. Enjoy.

A Cold Winter’s Night


It was a scene of beauty.

Snow fell upon the quiet city, snowflakes dancing in the air as they made their decent towards the earth at their own feather light pace. The air was quite chilly, scaring many people into the warm embraces of their homes or any building nearby, prompting them to either get a warm beverage to warm their bodies or cuddle up with a beloved significant other. The lights of the city only helped to light up the dark, starry night dimly, creating the atmosphere of a cold winter’s night that one might find in a picture or on TV.

Within the city itself lay a walled-in park, not a very large one as one could stand at one end and see the other quite easily. A small pond resided in the northwest corner of the park, a path of concrete circling it with benches set up at every other point. The few trees that graced this small piece of nature were covered in white from the snow that had piled up on their branches, that which didn’t hold up fall down to the snow covered land below.

In this park, sitting on a bench was someone that stuck out of this peaceful scene like a fruit loop in a bowl of cheerios. He sat curled up, his legs pressed up against his body, arms wrapped around the limbs, clutching them as if they were the only things keeping him adrift in the chaotic world that was his life. It was unknown how long this individual had been sitting on this particular bench but it must have been quite some time since snow had begun to pile itself on him. His hair was of indeterminable color due to this snow but a braid did slither from the young man and through and into the snow around him. His body trembled not just from the cold but with the emotions that were throbbing within him, exiting his body as a sob periodically escaped him.

Why was somebody like him, someone who was usually filled with energy and willing to share it, out in the middle of the cold winter night like this, tears streaming from his clamped-shut eyes, mucus running from his noise and drying on the pants that he wore?

The answer was actually simple, if you knew what had caused him to seek solace out here in the first place.

This young man was known to everyone around him as Duo Maxwell. He was only in his twenties, had a life of possibilities before him, just waiting for him to reach out for them, yet none of this held anything for him, be it meaning or something to look forward too.

You see, this braided man was suffering, not from a physical disease or a mental disorder. No, his suffering was more emotional. It the simplest terms, it could be said that he was heartbroken. Betrayed also worked, but mainly, he was heartbroken.

For the last few years, he had been living with the person who was not only his best friend, he was also the first…actually second to tell the truth…person that he had fallen in love with. Heero Yuy…sigh, he was strong, he was handsome, he was everything that he could ever want in a man and he made damn sure that the other knew about his attraction.

What could he say? He was a people person and he didn’t want to leave anything in the dark. He did that once before and it was already too late to correct that mistake. So, he made it known to Heero that he loved him, and not in a platonic way either.

Heero, though, was a stubborn one but Duo was a person who liked challenges. After some convincing, he managed to get the Japanese man’s permission to room with him and for the past couple years had been living in the same apartment. He had always believed that he had been making progress with Heero, no matter how little it seemed at the time. Heero had been warming up to him and could take the simplest of jokes when told.

After two years of making progress, Duo had gone out for a night on the town, a night that turned into the barest of window shopping instead of going to a loud party. In actuality, there weren’t any parties being held this fine night, thus he had thought that maybe he could get Heero a gift, something to once again express how much he valued him. He didn’t find anything but that was alright. He could come back later.

As he returned to the apartment, he heard the clichés odd sounds that one only reads about in books and crappy fiction on the internet and in the movies or television. Like a dunce, he had ventured forth to discover what the noises he heard was.

Now, he wished he hadn’t. He wished he had just left and pretended that nothing was going on. But he hadn’t and had found himself looking into Heero’s bedroom where he was busy having sex with Chang Wufei. Now, he could have handled that. It meant there was a chance that he could get together with Heero sometime in the future. No, it was when he caught sight of the third set of arms and legs and the strands of blonde hair that belonged to the one and only Relena Peacecraft.

While it was believed that he didn’t get along well with the blonde girl who had stalked Heero some time back, in truth he didn’t talk to her because he had nothing to say or talk about with her. However, there was no mistake that she didn’t like him for some reason unknown to him but seeing her wrestling around in that bed with the two other males, it was more than he could handle.

He didn’t do the classic attention-catching sound and alert them to his presence nor did he turn tail and run. As if in a zombiefied state, he turned around, pocketed his wallet and other such accessories, put his coat back on, and left the apartment, leaving his key behind. Let them make of that what they will, he didn’t care anymore.

How could Heero just string him along like that? He had never repelled any of his advances, as if telling him to continue with his attempts. Why couldn’t he had just said he wasn’t interested. Now, he had wasted so much time and all the other prospects that he once had were now closed to him. All he had now were the material possessions that he had accumulated over the years but that meant nothing to him. Without those, what did he have?

Nothing?

Was he to be alone for the rest of his life, destined to have nobody yet watch everybody around him gain the happiness that he so craved as much as the next person? Maybe he should just give up, give up and disappear so that nobody would have to suffer with him as a third wheel because that was all that he could be.

It was times like these where he reflected on his first love, the one that he hadn’t been able to confess to and thus loosing him forever. His name was Solo. That was it, no last name, no nothing. Solo was the person that he looked up to as a child growing up on the streets. In that place, there was no time for childish innocence, thus he already had had an idea of what lust was. It wasn’t until after Solo had died and he had been taken into the Maxwell Church that he had realized what it was that he had felt for the older street urchin but by then it was too late.

There was never a day that went by that he didn’t wish that Solo was still alive and at his side. Perhaps…perhaps he would have been able to…to…

Damn it was cold out here. Why had it taken this long to notice it? His jacket wasn’t thick enough for this but there was no place he could go or wanted to go to. It was just him tonight, as always.

Perhaps if he waited long enough…perhaps he would be able to see Solo again? Solo had always wanted to see snow. Maybe he could see him again once he froze up. Maybe Solo would come for him and lead him away from this piss poor excuse for a life. How long would it take to get hypothermia again?

He curled up into a tighter ball as a particular tremor shook his body violently. Oh it was cold. Were his tears frozen? Was all that snot frozen as well? Not that it mattered but he was curious nonetheless. It was funny how your mind could wander while in a state of depression…

Opening his reddened violet eyes, he briefly scanned his surroundings, on the lookout for the one he was waiting for, the one he was sure would come for him if he only just waited a little bit longer. But he was still alone but that was okay. He had patience. He would wait out the entire night if he had to.

Wait, what was that? There was something moving, heading towards him. Could it be? He squinted his eyes together and lowered his head closer to his knees. As the figure closed the distance between them, he was able to make out distinguishable feature of his guest. The person was blond, had a broad build though it also seem slim for some reason. He was almost positive that this was the person he was waiting for, that Solo had finally come.

He tried to call out to his dead friend but he found much to his dismay that he couldn’t. His voice was hoarse from his sobbing and it rasped whenever he tried to make a sound. Perhaps it was for the better since as the person continued to move closer, he could see with disappointment that it wasn’t Solo. In fact, now that he was able to determine this, he was also able to see that this person wasn’t alone. It was just another happy couple, great, why don’t you rub it in some more, huh?

He shifted on his bench and winced as he heard some of the snow on him fall off, the slight noise more than likely catching the couple’s attention. He could hear their footsteps as they stopped in front of him and he could hear their hushed conversation. Oh no, why’d they have to stop? Shoo! Go on now! You weren’t wanted, leave him alone!

“Um, sir?” a soft gentle voice spoke, one that was familiar to the braided man, “Are you okay? Would you like some help getting out of the cold?”

As if reminded of it, his body shook from another shiver, knocking some more snow off him. He would have refused but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

Then he felt a hand gently press under his chin and lift his head up just a bit. Much to his confusion, he heard a low gasp and an intake of air.

“Duo?”

Huh? How’d they know his name? He didn’t know these guys, or were they girls? He just wanted to be left alone and not being bothered by…Quatre?

“What are you doing out here?” the blond asked, worry coating his voice as he brushed some snow off of him. Good ol’ Quatre, always trying to make him comfortable. For that, he at least owed him some answer.

“Waiting,” he managed, his voice a severe rasp. “I’m waiting…for someone…”

“How long have you been waiting?” a calm voice asked, one he immediately identified as Trowa.

“He’s coming,” Duo defended. “He should be here any minute now, I can feel it.”

“Who are you waiting for?” he heard Quatre ask him as the blond swiped some of the snow off the bench so he could sit down next to him.

“Solo,” he told them earnestly. “He’s coming tonight, he’s coming back to me…”

“Did he tell you he’d meet you here?” Quatre asked him.

“No…” he admitted. “I haven’t…heard from him in a…long time. He don’t lie…he’ll come.”

“Don’t you think Heero is going to be a little jealous?” he heard Trowa jest lightheartedly, not intending any harm but it was more than enough to cut through him.

The memories of what he had seen earlier this night flashed through his mind and he felt a new fresh wave of tears spilling forth from his eyes. What was with him today? He was like a waterworks. He sniffed as much air as he could through his mucus-clogged nose as he tried to keep his two friends from knowing how hurt he was.

It seemed that his efforts were wasted as felt Quatre tense against him and suddenly envelop him in a tight embrace. “Oh Duo…” Those words were the catalyst needed for Duo to finally lose control and begin to bawl all over again, his sobs wracking his body. He felt another body on the other side of him embrace him, completely covering him in a cocoon of warmth. A hand stroked his hair and he could vaguely here a gentle voice uttering some soothing noises, trying to calm him down, even though calming down was the last thing he wanted to do.

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It had just started out as a trip to get out of the house. After a comfortable drive, Quatre and Trowa had decided to go on a little walk, one that led them to a small park that neither knew had been there. And it was here that they found the last thing they had ever expected: Duo Maxwell huddled on a bench, sobbing his heart out.

It hurt to see this, at least to Quatre it hurt. He had no idea what could have caused his best friend to break down like this and what was all that about meeting Solo? It made no sense but he was sure that whatever had caused him to babble about someone who he hadn’t even arranged a meeting with was the same thing that had caused him to become this wreck.

What had Trowa said before? It was something about Heero, he was positive of that. But what about Heero? He knew about Duo attraction to the man and he assumed that since they both were living in the same apartment that they should be having some sort of relationship. That did not explain anything about what was happened as both he and Trowa held a freezing cold Duo in the middle of a park in the middle of the night.

Much as he loathed to admit it, they needed to get out of here. Who knew how long Duo had been sitting out here? They needed to get Duo to someplace warm, someplace where he could pick himself up long enough to tell them what was going on.

A simple look towards Trowa conveyed all that and it was decided between the two that Quatre would stay with Duo until Trowa returned with the car. Without a sound, Trowa was gone, quickly retrieving the car as fast as he possibly could. Meanwhile, Quatre concentrated on keeping Duo as warm as he could until the car came back. The minutes seemed to drag on for hours until Trowa returned and a few minutes later found Quatre in the back, still holding Duo in his embrace while Trowa got back into the driver’s seat and stepped on the pedal.

The scenery around them passed in a black haze, one in which the blond focused solely on Duo, slowly soothing his friend’s hysterics. It came as a surprise to him when he found the door behind him open up, the car at a complete stop, and Trowa holding out his arms for Duo.

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It was maybe an hour or so later but they had managed to bundle up the braided man in blankets upon blankets, set him next to a roaring fire, and slowly pried his story out of a piece at a time.

Quatre and Trowa had to admit, seeing Duo sitting there in all those blankets, his head being the only part of him that was sticking out, his eyes wide and red from crying, he was cute. Honestly and truly.

But upon thinking about how Duo’s eyes got red, Quatre’s thoughts darkened.

He didn’t know anything about Wufei’s motives, especially since he was caught off guard by his involvement. Relena he could definitely find fault. It wasn’t a secret that she had a severe dislike for Duo but it was surprising that Duo didn’t have one for her. As for Heero, for shame. How dare he string Duo along like he had? He should have told Duo sometime from the beginning that he wasn’t interested and save Duo some time and heartache.

His friend seemed virtually destroyed by this whole thing and now it was left to him and Trowa to pick up the pieces.

Quatre sat himself down on the arm of the chair that they had place Duo in and did his best to wrap an arm around the blanketed man. His other hand found its way into Duo’s hair and began to stroke it, doing its best to soothe the heartbroken braided one. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Trowa was looking at them peculiarly, as if he was amused by them. He tucked that bit of information away, making a mental note to himself to ask Trowa about it.

“Sorry…” Duo rasped. “I’m just…I…”

“Don’t think like that Duo,” Quatre admonished. “You’re in need of your friends right now. The only people who should be sorry are Heero and Relena, though I’m not sure about Wufei yet.”

Duo sniffed, blinking his red eyes blankly.

“Duo…” Quatre sighed as he bent down to platonically kiss Duo on his forehead, tilting said head so that he had better access. However, Duo also began to move his head so that when Quatre’s lips encountered him, it wasn’t lip-to skin contact but lip-to-lip.

It was a quick peck, as it was intended to be, but it left Quatre deep in shock as he stared down at Duo, the braided one given what might probably be an identical look. Slowly, Quatre looked over to Trowa, who was currently blushing from what he had seen. Quatre’s mind was running over all scenarios that could possibly result from what just happened and none of them were good. Damage control was needed immediately but he just couldn’t dredge out any words that could defuse whatever might happen.

“Sorry,” Duo apologized again. “I didn’t mean…I’m just one big fuck up, aren’t I?”

As much as it rended his heart to hear such words from his best friend, Quatre’s priorities were more focused on Trowa who seemed to snap out of the shock that he had fallen into as soon as Duo spoke.

“Don’t apologize Duo,” his unibanged boyfriend said in his calm, quiet voice. “You have nothing to be sorry about.”

“But I just—” Duo began to protest only to be interrupted by Trowa.

“It was an accident,” Trowa stated, waving it off. “However, if you really feel like you want to make up for it, there is something you can do.”

“What? I’ll do anything!” Duo exclaimed.

Sitting on the chair’s unoccupied arm, Trowa’s next action spoke more than any words could have. Just like that, Trowa swooped in and laid a kiss on Duo’s lips, a longer-lasting one than Quatre’s previous peck.

Jealousy and possessiveness should have been rushing through his body but Quatre found that what he was feeling was further from that. In fact, seeing Trowa kissing his best friend in his dominating way was turning him on. Was this what Trowa was feeling when he had accidentally kissed Duo?

Perhaps he couldn’t blame Trowa for it…

Pulling back, Duo held a look like he was a lost child. Quatre caught Trowa’s eye and read the message that the unibanged man was sending him. Seeing Trowa’s emerald eye flick towards Duo, who was now looking up at him now, confirmed everything that the blond needed to know. Looking down at Duo, Quatre leaned back in and gave the braided one a proper kiss this time around, not on accident but on purpose.

Breaking off gently, Quatre glanced at Trowa again to see his lover’s classic signs of arousal painted all over him like he was a billboard.

When Trowa’s visible eye met up with his, in an unspoken agreement, it was decided. Whether they had known it, they had crossed a point-of-no-return and now it was too late to go back. Both knew this and neither was willing to stop where this was going.

The blond slid his arm gently behind Duo and slowly urged his friend to get up. However, Duo was resistant, more out of uncertainty than it was refusal. It seemed that what the two lovers were planning had somehow leaked to the braided one because his next words were baffling at first but then made senses to them.

“I don’t know what to do,” Duo had confessed unexpectedly. “I’ve never done this before…”

Quatre’s puzzlement was short-lived as he figured out what it was that Duo was talking about. Regardless, he urged Duo out of his chair, the blankets still draped over shivering form. “Don’t worry,” Quatre breathed into his ear as he led Duo out of the living room that they had set him in and towards a more private place. “We’ll take care of everything.”

Shooting a look to Trowa, he confirmed to Trowa what it was that he had figured out about Duo’s confession. Virgin he mouthed and Trowa’s eye gleamed. Quatre knew what that was all about. Due to a traumatic experience when he was younger, Trowa couldn’t handle having just anybody enter him, anally, if they were experienced or not innocent. If Quatre wanted to take control of one of their lover-making sessions, he would have to ride Trowa and had never once entered the unibanged man. Here, though, was a person who was both inexperienced and innocent. If Trowa was going to get over his fears from his childhood, Quatre was sure that Duo would be able to help, though he wouldn’t know it, and that put the braided one up several notches in the blond’s book.

Perhaps they would adopt Duo into their relationship if this turned out all right…

At last, they entered their bedroom where Quatre continued to escort Duo towards the bed while Trowa closed and locked the door behind them. Quatre gently pushed the blankets off of Duo’s slight form and held the shivering man up against his body.

“Quatre?” Duo squeaked, anxious.

“Ssh…” Quatre shushed as he claimed Duo’s lips once again. Trowa came from behind the braided one and pressed up against his back and began to nibble on Duo’s neck affectionately. Quatre trailed light kiss down to Duo’s jawbone and stroked Duo’s hair with a free hand.

Duo moaned from the double whammy of pleasure that was being thrown at him, the blond seeing this quite clearly. Quatre could feel that Trowa was smirking as his hands trailed themselves on Duo’s clothing and began the task of undoing and removing them.

Turning Duo around to endure the sensual assault of Trowa, Quatre slipped Duo’s shirt and other upper body clothing off until the braided one’s torso was completely bare. Stepping back, Quatre took the time to loosen his own clothing, unbuttoning his shirt but leaving it on, his chest and stomach region visible. He pressed himself up against Duo’s bare back, taking care to move Duo’s braid out of the way first, and took the opportunity to play with Duo’s ear, nibbling and teasing the lobe that he caught with his teeth.

By now, Duo was just a panting mess, gasping for air as the sensations the two lovers were bestowing on him were incredible. As Trowa began to slowly divest himself of his own clothing, piece by piece, Quatre didn’t bother to hide a smirk as he knew that this was only just the beginning.

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It was all a blur to Duo as he felt those two warm bodies pressing up against him, unveiling his body an article at a time, and before he knew it, he was standing naked in his best friends’ bedroom, said best friends doing all sorts of things to him that felt so good that he didn’t want them to stop any time soon.

In front of him, he could feel a tall, lithe, strong body that could only belong to Trowa leave him and then return shirtless, bare skin now rubbing against bare skin and producing a pleasurable friction that he just couldn’t get enough of. From behind, he felt the smaller yet strong body that, according to process of elimination, belonged to Quatre and though the blond still had much of his clothing on, he was doing all sorts of things to his ear all the while caressing his body in such a tender way that he could sob in ecstasy from it.

Which is what he did if you were wondering.

He could feel Quatre’s hot breath washing over his ear as the blond was whispering what might have been sweet nothings or dirty talk, Duo had no clue which it was, and he felt Trowa’s larger body moving slowly downwards. Now that he was confused about. What was Trowa doing? Sure it felt great but—

Oh only shit! He gasped loudly as he felt something hot and wet engulf his dick, the organ standing at attention and very hard, something that had somehow managed to escape his notice until just then. Was this what a blowjob was? If so, then now he knew what all the hype was about and what was that thing that Trowa was doing with his tongue? Christ almighty!

“You like that?” he heard Quatre whisper in his ear. “It feels great doesn’t it? Do you want more? Do you? Put your hands in his hair. Let him know you want more…”

It may not have made any sense but Duo was willing to do anything that was suggested to him at this point, obeying Quatre and putting his hands into Trowa’s hair, his fingers seeking out and finding the man’s scalp. As if on queue, Trowa’s sucking became more intense, the tongue everywhere, and the combination of it enough to give Duo trouble standing up. Lucky for him, Quatre was there to keep him steady, holding him up securely against his body. He let his head fall backwards and rest itself on Quatre’s shoulder, releasing a loud moan to let both of them know how much he was enjoying this and that he wanted more.

He felt Quatre begin to move slowly back, Trowa moving along with him, and then Duo felt the bed beneath him as Quatre slipped away. Trowa’s hands planted themselves on Duo’s thighs, holding his hips down as he continued to work his magic. Duo nearly screamed as he released himself into that talented mouth, Trowa drinking up every drop that he let out until he was done. Bonelessly, Duo fell back onto the bed, trying to get as much oxygen into his system as he possibly could. He was vaguely aware that Trowa had gone up to Quatre and was kissing him heatedly, the blond commenting immediately that he tasted good, whatever that meant.

He felt strong hands take hold of him and moving him further up onto the bed where he was propped up on the pillows. A couple of minutes passed before the braided one, minutes which he paid no attention to as nothing was happening, to him or anything else. He just concentrated on recovering but was soon startled as he felt something slick probe his anal entrance. He jumped and felt a body press up against him, as if trying to prevent him from doing anything rash. He heard Quatre’s gentle, soothing voice and he relaxed. He had to admit that whatever it was, the thing against his ass didn’t feel too bad, at least until whatever it was pushed into him.

He yelped and not even Quatre’s voice could prevent him from squirming, trying to get the thing that had dared to go up his ass out of him. It was more uncomfortable than anything but that didn’t mean he wanted it out even less. He felt a hand take his chin and move him to face Trowa where he saw the other man fingering himself, pumping two fingers in and out of his ass and…enjoying it. The sight itself was enough to make him hard all over again, this time aware of himself hardening.

The sight of Trowa was enough to make him forget temporarily of what Quatre (at least he assumed it was Quatre) was doing until he felt something else enter his ass. He jerked and bucked reactively but the combination of Trowa and Quatre’s urging to remain calm was enough to calm him down to accept what was being done to him. He began to figure out that what Trowa was doing was the same thing that Quatre was doing to him and since it didn’t look like Trowa was in any sort of discomfort, he thought that if Trowa could take it, so could he. Then he felt those probing things (most likely Quatre’s fingers) strike something in him and flood him with an intense pleasure that he had to scream out to let the whole world know that he was feeling it.

Not for the first time did Duo begin to think that Quatre was a devil in angel’s clothing as the blond struck him again in that particular spot and he cried out. God, he could just sob at the sensations he was now a slave to. And then it stopped. Quatre withdrew, much to Duo’s dismay. He could feel it; he was so close…

He felt the bed dip beside him as a weight shift next to him and pushed his away from the mattress, a scorching body interposing itself underneath him. He felt someone turn him around and found himself hovering just over the broad expanse of skin that was Trowa’s back. The unibanged man was looking at him from a side, his green eye gleam in anticipation. He could see Trowa mouth to him “Go on” but he had no idea what he meant by it.

He felt Quatre press up behind him and put him into a position, his dick just outside of Trowa’s entrance, dripping with precum. Being steadied, Quatre led him into Trowa and pushed him further into the heat that now surrounded him. He gasped as Trowa murmured beneath him, Trowa’s body tensing beneath him as if expecting something else but slowly relaxing as nothing happened. Duo so badly wanted to do something, anything, just make himself feel more pleasure but Quatre was holding him down still. He felt something different probe at his entrance and he stiffened, the object pushing slowly in.

It was at this time that he figured out that Quatre had stuck his dick up his ass while his own dick was up Trowa’s ass. The dynamic feelings of taking and being taken were overwhelming. He felt Quatre’s had slid itself in-between him and Trowa and took a hold of the base of his dick. He had no clue why the blond was doing this and had no time to deliberate on it as Quatre pulled back, taking Duo with him and then thrusting back into him and him into Trowa.

After that, he had no power for thought anymore as some other pressing needs came to the forefront of his mind.

Trowa moaned beneath him and thrusted his hips back into him with every thrust, Quatre mimicking the same actions. Sandwiched between the two, Duo could only lay there and do as the two lovers commanded, not that he was against it or anything. Then he learned why Quatre was gripping his base as every so often, he would be about to burst only to find that the hand prevented such release as it tightened to prevent such a thing.

All this meant was that he wasn’t going to be cumming anytime soon unless he was allowed to, not that he found anything wrong with that.

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There was always something magical with deflowering a virgin.

Even as he prolonged this encounter, Quatre wanted nothing more than to continue pounding into that body beneath him like there was no tomorrow.

Yet he was getting close and Trowa was as well as his lover was beginning to thrust back jerkily. It was a shame really, Quatre felt he could’ve gone on a little bit longer but he didn’t want to scare Trowa and inadvertently hurt Duo in anyway. Thus, he released Duo’s base and focused solely on fucking the braided man.

Trowa suddenly cried out and came, his fluids splashing onto the bed. Duo was finished immediately as he screamed with his last climax for the night. Feeling Duo’s walls close around him tightly, Quatre could only thrust a couple more times before he emptied himself into Duo.

Rolling off to a side so as to not crush either of the two under him, he felt Duo roll with him, as if his back was attached to him. He wrapped his arms around Duo then felt Trowa’s wrap around them both. Looking up into his love’s eyes, he read the message that the unibanged man was sending him.

Can we keep him?

He smiled brightly at his love, Trowa finally succumbing to sleep. Turning his attention back to Duo, his smile became more amused. Even before he had removed himself from him, Duo was conked out, snoring lightly as he snuggled between the two.

They were going to have a talk later, one in which they would extend an invitation to Duo. He and Trowa had a lot of love between their selves; why not share it, especially with one who was so starved for it?

Stroking the long chestnut hair, Quatre drifted off into his own slumber.